tushanshu | 1st; video

[The feed begins without warning, picturing a young blonde boy sitting at his console. He’s slowly—oh so slowly, like the world’s most meticulous woodpecker—typing at the keyboard. One letter at a time. Tap. Tap. Tap. His gaze keeps switching from his hands to his screen, squinting, cocking his eyebrow, leaning in or out to get a better look, with an expression of concentration so intense it’s a wonder he hasn’t set fire to anything yet.]

[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]

[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]

[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]

[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]

Recording…?

[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]

Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!

[His friend shouts from the background]

Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!

I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?

My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?

[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]

[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]

...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]

[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]

We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.

ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]

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It's nice to meet you, Armin, and the same to your friend.

Jaime will be over there in a bit with something for you both.

[No one gets a choice there.

She totally doesn't see that face since she's looking at the screen until she ends the feed. At which point she immediately moves from the console and looks at her son.]

I'm sorry for taking over like that, Jaime. When someone's acting like that, the best way to calm them down is to act calm yourself.

[Alternately, have heavy sedatives on hand. That said, someone having a meltdown like that is never easy on the nerves, even when it isn't in person.

She moves over to the kitchen, and fairly quickly gets a container of leftovers from the last meal put together- between making sure there's enough for whoever extra is getting fed and having something already prepared in the fridge if she doesn't have the time to make it, she's still making more food than the two of them alone need for a single meal- before handing it over to her son.]

Don't worry about getting over there too quickly, I'm sure he could use the time to calm his friend down a bit more.

[Jaime does get a hug for his unwilling participation and being volunteered for this, though.]

Guess I need more practice dealing with this stuff. [Punching bad guys? Easy. Talking to people? Nnnnot so much. He already can't talk to reporters, whyyyy is he finding himself wrangling who is potentially the angriest guy he has ever met.

Even so, leftovers in tow, Jaime gives Bianca one last pleading look as she pulls away from the hug.]

Ma, are you sure this is a good idea? What if he goes off the handle again?

[If she didn't have some faith in Jaime's ability to manage, she'd be going herself. But she does think he needs the practice. It's a good personal skill to have, even for people who aren't superheroes.]

I'm sure it is. You're more than capable of handling this. If he does, his friend is there and he'll help.

[Unless he gets sat on again or something.]

[Jaime, grudgingly accepting his duty, takes off to his old sector-- it's faster to fly, but he decides to stop just before he gets to the suits so as not to freak them out with the whole... alien superhero thing. It only takes a few minutes for him to end up at Armin and Eren's doorstep either way.]

Uh... hey, I'm here.

[ Eren opens the door, fury on his face. ]

BERTOLT---

[ oh wait, that is definitely not who he thought it would be.

Eren gapes for a few seconds, brain rapidly shifting gears. He stares at Jaime before glancing back into his and Armin's new home, in the direction of the computer. Okay, this was definitely the guy from that lightscreen thing, dang.

uh

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...Hey.

[and jaime very very slowly raises a hand to wave, looking only a little bit startled

he nearly dropped your food eren why.]

I'm Jaime? From the network?

[He cranes his neck into their place, which doesn't help how confused he's looking right now-- what on earth is going on with their furniture?]

... Why didn't your mother come too?

[ He moves aside, inviting Jaime in (after eyeing the fuck out of Jaime and internally debating how many chairs it would take to knock him out), and just kinda... points at a broken lamp by the door. ]

Watch out for that. ...And that. [ because there are pieces of another broken lamp near by. ]

Bertolt? He came back? Eren, don't--!

[Armin appear from around the corner with a broom like he's ready to hit something with it. But oh, it's just this guy. Jaime? He then shifts his broom around to hold it like a normal person with a heavy sigh.]

Don't scare me like that.

[He tries to recompose himself.]

Sorry-- It's Jaime, right? We just had a sort of, unwelcome encounter. We're a little on edge... Please, come in. I'll sweep up the mess.

[He's... just gonna carefully navigate around the lamp carnage, now.]

My mom really just sent me over with food. I think she's checking if anybody else on the network needs help. [Because God knows it's been a Very Exciting day for the Reyes household on there.]

[He takes a step back when Armin comes around with his broom (nearly tripping on a lampshade in the process), but recovers quickly when it becomes apparent he's not going to be hit with it.] Y-yeah, that's me.

[Wait, an unwelcome encounter?] Is everything okay?

[ Eren bends to pick up some of the larger lampbits and places them on a table... A series of tables... Just every fucking table in the place lined up in the middle of the room. ]

It's fine. Nothing we can't handle. [ Said a little too forcefully. He moves past Jaime to glance outside (double-checking), before shutting the door and locking it. ]

Thank you, really. [Armin quickly sweeps up the bits of lamp on the floor that are too small to gather by hand.] We haven't even thought of food yet.

[He bites his lip a little. How much should he say about Bertolt? There were still so many variables he wasn't aware of, and he didn't want to let anything slip without even realizing it.]

I don't think it's anything you would have to be concerned about-- I agree that we should have it under control. But it seems as though an enemy from our world has followed us here as well.

Hey, understandable-- it's tough. Getting, um, dragged through dimensions and all.

[He sets the food down on the nearest table (one that hasn't already been shuffled around by Eren), frowning with concern.]

Have you already run into him? There's some enemies from my world here, too, but from alternate timelines. He might be him, but not... him. If that makes any sense at all.

That... doesn't actually make any sense at all.

[ what the fuck are timelines ]

It was definitely him, though. He knew what we were talking about, and he looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him.

[ but hey, he might be wrong. he's been wrong before (read: he's been wrong pretty much all the time) ]

Right, Armin?

Yes. From what he said and how he was acting, he was definitely our Bertholt.

[He pauses, and grips his broom so tightly his knuckles go white.]

However, from any time, he is still our enemy. His crimes are far-reaching.

I know, right? It's true anyway: I've met people from my world who were years younger than they should've been. [SHRUG. He's learned how to cope with Multiversal Weirdness by now.]

I'll keep an eye out for him, if you want. Who is he?

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